Cate Blanchett is, I believe,
the best living actor. In film after film, she continues to impress audiences.
And her range seems boundless, having played everyone from Queen Elizabeth to
Bob Dylan. And she’s not afraid to take chances in her work. This has never
been clearer than in
Manifesto, in
which she plays multiple roles. The film itself deals with various types of
art, and the manifestos associated with them, each delivered by Cate Blanchett
as different characters. However, it is not a journey through history, but
rather creates its own strange version of the present, where all these ideas
seem to combine, or at least flow from one to another (and sometimes back
again).
The film opens with Cate
Blanchett delivering part of Tristan Tzara’s manifesto: “I am against action. I am for continuous contradiction, for affirmation
too, I am neither for nor against, and I do not explain because I hate common
sense.” She goes on to quote from Philippe Soupalt: “I am writing a manifesto because I have nothing to say.” Ah, a
wonderful choice to begin a film titled Manifesto.
And the spark that we see on screen might be a lit fuse for a bomb – our imagination
fills in dreadful possibilities sometimes, doesn’t it? – but turns out to be
for fireworks. Not only that, but fireworks lit by a trio of elderly women. Then,
interestingly, we get a quick series of shots of the various people Cate
Blanchett will play in the film, as well as the names – in rapid succession –
of those from whom Cate will quote. And I am drawn in immediately.
For each character, we have a
different and quite distinct landscape or setting. From the rubble of a city,
we move to a room full of people working at computers, and in voice over Cate
speaks from the manifesto of futurism: “The
suffering of a man is of the same interest to us as the suffering of an
electric lamp.” As she says “Make
room for youth, for violence, for daring,” the camera pulls back and pans
up to show many more computer screens, as well as giant screens on other side
of the frame, a somewhat frightening – though not youthful or violent – image.
Then a similar camera move shows us a large apartment complex. The camera work
is wonderful, and the transitions from one scene to the next have meaning and
even beauty. At one point, a coffin shifts to a dining room table being set.
There is a delightful humor to
this film. The shot of the three elevators like strange pods has a certain
wonderfully sad humor. And the funeral scene where Cate reads from the Dada
manifesto made me laugh with joy. I’ve always appreciate the Dada perspective
anyway, but watching Cate tell mourners “One
dies as a hero or as an idiot, which is the same thing” is a delight. She
goes on to say: “Dada is still shit. But
from now on…” And here she breaks a bit – it is a funeral, after all – and then
continues: “From now on, we want to shit
in different colors.” But perhaps the funniest scene is the one that
follows the funeral, where – after the table is set, and lunch is served – Cate’s
children (and husband, who enters a bit later) fold their hands in prayer to
listen to her orison: “I am for an art
that is political, erotical, mystical, that does something other than sit on
its ass in a museum.” Ah, if the prayers in my home had been like that, I might
still be among the believers. We return to this scene later, when Cate is
continuing: “I am for the art of teddy
bears and guns, exploding umbrellas,” eventually getting a surprised and slightly
bemused look from her husband. Will those children ever get to eat?
Sometimes Cate speaks to us in
voice over, sometimes directly to the camera. Sometimes she speaks to other
characters, including a puppet. In one of my favorite scenes she is a teacher
speaking to very young children, telling them “Nothing is original, okay? So you can steal from anywhere that
resonates with inspiration, and fuels your imagination” (quoting Jim
Jarmusch). She then starts giving them instructions from the Dogme 95
Manifesto, “The camera must be handheld”
and so on. I also love the broadcast news scene, where as a news anchor Cate
says – in an official voice – “All
current art is fake.” She then speaks to a field reporter, also played by
Cate – and both are named Cate, by the way – who is standing in the rain (rain
which is later revealed to be fake). I
love the humor of this film, as Cate says to the reporter, herself, “When to reflect is gazing in the mirror, when to contemplate is, well,
thinking about yourself.”
Manifesto is an unusual film that is engaging and compelling, funny
and beautiful. Cate Blanchett gives a tremendous performance. Or rather,
several tremendous performances. The film was written and directed by Julian
Rosefeldt, and released on DVD on May 8, 2018 through MVD Visual. The DVD
contains no special features.